Chapter 3

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by _jaywish

by _jaywish

(A/N: This song again :P)

The waiter approaches her, and she smiles. My heart swells instantly. Dang, how pretty. I watch her closely as she orders, trying to catch every word.

"My regular caramel macchiato, please." she says in a soft voice, and the waiter scribbles it down. I pipe up, trying to be subtle but totally failing, "Is my caramel macchiato ready too? I've been waiting for a while."

Of course, I say it loud enough for her to hear, but she's blissfully unaware, her golden aura and earpods blocking out my lame attempt.

The waiter nods and heads off, leaving me with my thoughts and, well... her. I can't stop admiring her, not-so-secretly, hoping I don't look like a total creep.

Her sleek hands glide across the notebook again, the glow from her laptop lighting up her face. She's so into whatever she's writing, her head bopping slightly to the music in her ears. There's just something about her- like she's pulling me in with this calm, magnetic energy. She's sweet and serene, and I'm... absolutely losing it over here.

"Sir, your order," the waiter interrupts my daze. I quickly pull him aside, leading him to a corner like some undercover agent. "Hey, listen, I'll tip you- does she come here often?" I whisper.

The waiter glances at the girl, then back at me. "Yes, she's a regular."

I nod. "What else do you know about her?"

The guy raises an eyebrow. "Uh... do I really need to tell you?"

I groan, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'm not a stalker, alright? Play the cupid here for me."

He hesitates before shrugging. "Her name's Han Minseo. She's a freelance writer. Published a few novels, I think. Her dad's got some big business overseas, but I don't know much about her family. She brought her little brother once- he looked about eleven."

Han Minseo... I absorb the info like it's the most crucial detail of my life. "Got it. Thanks, man."

I swipe my card, tipping him generously, but he waves his hands in protest. "Sir, this is too much, I can't take it!"

I hush him with a grin. "You don't know how big of a favor you just did."

As he leaves, I turn my gaze back to Minseo. Even her name... Minseo, it means calmness and wisdom rolled into one.

Before I know it, I'm on my feet, walking towards her. "Minseo, right?"

She looks up, and for the second time today, her calm voice shakes me. "Oh, it's you again. Yes, I'm Minseo. Do you need something?"

I freeze. My mind's racing- maybe I'm rushing this, maybe it's too soon. But she's just sitting there, looking so effortlessly pretty and sweet, and... shit- my brain's going a mile a minute.

She's exactly my type. No doubt about it.

"Mr. Jungkook?" Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "I'm a bit busy, so... can you hurry up?" Her laptop dings, adding to her quiet sense of urgency as she continues typing.

I stare at her. She's collected, calm, and magnetic as hell. Screw it, just ask her.

"C-Can I have your number?" I blurt out, my fingers fumbling and my heart pounding in my chest.

Her eyebrows furrow as she glances up at me, and there's a moment of pure, deafening silence before she speaks.

"No, sorry."

...what?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jungkook," she says, her voice polite but firm. "I don't think I have time for this."

She shuts her laptop and stands, gathering her things quickly. "I need to leave. I'm sorry."

And just like that, she walks out the door, leaving me standing there like a total idiot, my heart tangled up in confusion.

What just happened...?