Love Found

Coffee

*Edited*

       After a mini meltdown about my run in with Park Jimin in my apartment, I get ready and dressed for the day. I want to stop and get some coffee and a snack before I head out to explore the city, maybe visit a couple of museums along the way.

Dressed casually in a Coldplay concert shirt and black leggings with my trusty purple chucks on, I put on my everyday makeup. It's a simple look with winged eyeliner, some black mascara and lip balm. For my ocean-colored hair, I decide to leave it down with a little bit of curls in it. I don't think I actually look nor feel my 32 years of age. I tend to get looks because of my size – plus size 16 to 18 – bright hair, tattoos, and multiple ear piercings, but am confident in myself and tend to ignore the judgmental stares. I am who I am and I am not ashamed as it took me years and BTS to be as confident as I am today.

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     On my way to the National Museum of Korea, I stop at a coffee shop and stand in line to place my order. As I walk up to the counter, the barista looks me up and down and says "Girl, I like your vibe," I tell her thanks and tell her likewise.

She is a little taller than my five foot two inch self with emerald colored hair with a punkish vibe. I give her my order of an iced vanilla americano and a cookie. She starts a conversation by asking for my name and where I am from as she can't pin down my accent.

"My name is Magnolia but call me Maggie, I'm from Texas," I tell her with some laughter in my voice.

"Ah, you're an American – beautiful name by the way," she responds kindly. Where in Texas are you from? I only ask because I have a cousin who lives over there. Oh, and my name is Hana by the way."

I giggle as I continue conversing, "Thank you, I am from the Dallas Fort Worth Area. I'm here on a sight-seeing vacation."

Hana asks if I have any special plans for my trip and I tell her I'm winging it but there is a concert that I am going to later in the week. Our conversation gets interrupted by a loud sigh that makes Hana squeak and blush because we were so into our chat.

"Joesonghamnida, here is your order sir, Maggie yours is ready too!" I grabbed mine while giving her my thanks when the man beside me also does the same and we end up running into each other. I gasp because suddenly I feel ice cold liquid running from my neck down to my stomach. We happened to drop both of our drinks on me.

"Nothing seems to be going right today, gosh I am such a klutz!" I exclaim with a little laugh.

Hana runs around the counter with a handful of napkins to give to me. The man starts to speak in rapid Korean and Hana is trying to talk to him while also trying to help me. I say it's ok and to just make me another and I will pay for another of the guy's drink as well.

I take a look in his direction and boy is he intimidating. All in black with the majority of his face covered and wearing a bucket hat, it is hard to get a read on him. He shakes his head at me and reaches into his pocket and I know he is going to try and pay for my mistake. I quickly get my credit card back out and shove it in Hana's hand so she can take my payment and tell her not to take his as it was my fault.

I see the shop sells kitschy coffee shirts and I ask her for one in my size. She shakes her head and tells me I'm crazy but does as I ask. She gives the other customer his order and tells me I can change in the back but before I can follow her, I'm stopped by a hand on my wrist holding me back.

I turn to see the masked man holding onto me. "I will pay to clean clothes," He says in the most beautiful deep voice I have ever heard.

Bowing a little I tell him no thank you and turn to walk away when I realized he still had me by the wrist. He rolls his eyes and shoves a business card in my hand and walks out of the shop. I slip in my wallet and head over to Hana to change.

"So that happened... Are you sure you are alright?" Hana questions.

"My ego may have taken a hit but I'm fine. Luckily it wasn't hot coffee that was spilt," I respond reassuringly.

We talk about the Epik High concert I'm going to while I change my shirt. She squeals and tells me she's going as well.

"Well new friend, do you wanna go together? Oh, and how old are you? So I know how I should address you. I'm 32 but you don't need to use honorifics with me." I excitedly blabber.

She is 28 but says I can just call her by her name. We exchange numbers and while walking out I tell her I am happy to have made a new friend.

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  Hours later I make it back from my long museum tour and sprawl out on my couch, when I remember the business card I was given in the coffee shop. Taking it out and studying it, I can tell it was not made for just a regular person, but for someone of importance. It is simple but made to the highest standard. As I examine the card I pause at the company logo and the name printed below it and immediately drop the card.

"No fucking way!" I shout. The name on the card reads 'Min Yoongi.'

This has got to be a joke or someone trying to impersonate Min Suga.

There's only one way to find out so I put the number into my phone and start typing up a text. 

Maggie:

Hello, I'm the woman from the coffee shop earlier.

Seriously? You couldn't have come up with a better

ruse? Like I would really believe THE Min Yoongi would

give a foreigner his personal # over a coffee spill. I don't

need your money or pity.

Maggie:

And I would like to think BIGHIT would love to know

someone is out here impersonating one of their idols. I would

think twice before trying this shit with anyone else!

Fake Yoongi ☕:

...

Fake Yoongi ☕:

It's not a joke.

Author Note:
Edited by the lovely DeDeBee3