Aftertaste.

1: A Tasteful Encounter

Bland.

That would be the perfect, singular adjective to describe me.

Of course, I'm also insanely organised -- capable, smart and reliable. As well as an expert of straight-black coffee; excel sheet formulas, and the number of dirt stains on my neighbour's bronze doorknob that probably hasn't been wiped since the very first Ice Age.

Seriously, it's still etched in the corner of my overworked brain.

"The usual..?" a voice interrupts my thoughts, and my vision refocuses on the hot barista's raised eyebrow. I smile.

"Yes. To go, please." I order, swiping my card swiftly on the scanner.

The cute barista chuckles slightly at my almost robotic, rehearsed movements. "You must really like black coffee." He comments, tearing the receipt off and placing it on my palm.

Well.....

It wasn't like I freaking love black coffee. It works: I need caffeine, and it comes as it is. I just never bothered to try anything else.

The hot barista boy though; stares at me exactly how you would look at a Black Coffee Fanclub president. Bland......incredibly bland...

The most tasteless, boring choice of beverage ever. Note taken.

But before I could relish in yet another stranger telling me how boring I seem; my colleague-- Yujin, storms towards me in blood-shot eyes and a silent, chaotic expression.

"Come.With.Me." She says in-between stiff breaths. "Now."

And almost in a frightening speed, Yujin grabs my black coffee and drags me all the way back to our workplace. In the middle, I could've sworn she was just about to burst into sporadic explosions.

Well... this isn't what I expected when I applied with Yujin to be an intern in this famous law firm, after graduating law school.

However, there wasn't even time left to think. Yujin smacks my back in quick consecutive taps, nudging me to look at where she's pointing. And--

Holy....mama...

A boy. He adorns a grey hoodie, with inked patterns decorating the skin of his skilled, slender hands. Dark, messy hair frames his godly sculpted face -- he's incredibly gorgeous, the type that pins you down with a deadly, attractive force whenever his devilish smile curves on his reddish lips.

The handsome stranger's sweet smile soon disappears as the person opposite of him conveys some news. His eyes turn down slightly, indicating that he's in deep thought.

"I get it," I turn to Yujin with a smile. "He's hot. But is that all you wanted to show me?"

"Of course NOT you dumbass!" Yujin whispered-screamed, and clenches her fists in frustration as she pulls me together behind a pillar. "You don't know who he is?!"

What? Obviously not.

That was what I wanted to blurt out, until a massive crowd of on-looking fans started to gather around the gorgeous figure; and he reluctantly stops his private conversation.

Yujin turns back to me in a defeated motion. "He's the Jeon Jungkook, a famous game streamer and singer. Jungkook's the hottest celebrity globally now. But..."