Upon hearing a somewhat familiar voice behind me, I slowly turn my head enough to see who it is that is speaking.
I notice that it is a man wearing an army green sweatshirt with a cap on his head.
His body has his back to me, but despite this, I can make out the webbing of a black mask from his ears that covers half his face.
I stare at his hair and back for a few seconds until I smile slightly realizing who it is. It is him.
I turn around again, my back to him as well.
"Yes, though," I reply in a low voice, hoping he didn't actually hear me.
I curse myself for doubting about him and instead listening to all EunWoo's talk about how dangerous it would be to text a total stranger whose name I don't even know.
Yet despite that, here I am dying to talk to him and get to know him better.
After a few minutes of silence, I hear noises of objects moving around. Sure enough, he's leaving.
I snort silently and lean forward burying my face in my arms, hoping to also hide from the shame I feel.
In addition to being stood up, I also missed the chance to talk to a friend I had just made.
Suddenly I hear a crash on the table and I jump up.
As I look around, I notice a backpack on top of the table.
That's what caused the loud noise.
"Though?" He says as he suddenly sits down in front of me and moves his backpack, which he had thrown, next to him.
I look at him slightly astonished at his confidence in doing things but as soon as he looks me straight in the eye, I immediately look away and clear my throat.
I contemplate the idea of whether or not to tell him that EunWoo, the guy who ripped up his phone number saying it was too risky to text him, had just stood me up.
But in the end I give in, trusting him. Screw them all.
"He didn't show up, though," I reply. "He stood me up."
I notice that his eyes are neutral and emotionless as always so I continue talking.
"I think I'll just talk to this person tomorrow-"
"No need" he interrupts ne in a dull tone, never taking his eyes off me.
In response, I look at him quite confused and he lets out a sigh realizing that he owes me an explanation.
"Did they at least call you back and give you an explanation as to why they didn't show up?" He asks me.
I'm about to open my mouth to justify EunWoo's actions, but I close it again soon after realizing that he was really wrong toward me.
He should have at least called and notified me.
I stay there in silence as he looks at me with an "as I expected" look on his face.
"Apparently they didn't even do the least," he says, leaning his back against the back of the chair.
"Maybe they had a setback, don't you think?" I ask him hoping to be right.
He looks up and stares at the ceiling as if thinking about it.
"Maybe," he replies briefly.
We stay there in silence looking at each other until he breaks the silence by asking me the question I could not escape.
"Why didn't you text me?" He asks looking at me with a serious expression.
Upon hearing the question, I change my position in my chair by crossing one leg over the other and I sigh deciding to answer him truthfully.
"I'll be honest with you, and tell you that I think we should get to know each other better first before we move on to something as intimate as texting to each other. You still remain a stranger to me," I admit honestly, cutting off the part of EunWoo tearing up his paper with his phone number written on it.
"I don't even know your name, if you think about it for a moment."
He watches me carefully and leans forward putting his arms over the table.
"It's Yoongi" he replies while as he propped his chin in the palm of his hand looking at me amused "My name is Min Yoongi"
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