I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Namjin - I will come to you

The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of ceramic cups surrounded Namjoon as he sat in the cozy library corner of his favorite café. A paperback lay open in his hands, the faint smell of roasted coffee beans blending perfectly with the tranquility of the moment. He turned a page, but his focus wavered when a sudden waft of something fresh-like blooming flowers after rain-brushed past his nose.

Curious, Namjoon lifted his gaze. On the small table beside him, a man was settling into the seat, placing a bag gently on the floor. Namjoon's breath hitched.

The stranger was... beautiful.

Blonde hair framed a delicate face, his sharp features softened by an aura of warmth. The man adjusted his glasses, flipping open a book. Namjoon caught himself staring, completely spellbound. The stranger's lips pursed into a soft pout as he read something, and Namjoon chuckled under his breath.

The sound was quiet but not unnoticed. The man turned toward him, his wide, almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly in playful suspicion.

"Something funny?" he asked, his voice light but curious.

Namjoon, caught off guard, quickly averted his gaze back to his own book. His ears burned with embarrassment. "Oh, um, nothing," he stammered.

The stranger shrugged and returned to his reading, leaving Namjoon both relieved and a little disappointed. Still, he found his gaze drifting back every few minutes. There was something about the way the man absentmindedly tapped the edge of his cup or how his lips quirked upward at whatever he was reading. Namjoon was mesmerized.

When the man stood to leave, Namjoon's heart skipped a beat. His instincts urged him to say something-anything-but his courage faltered. He watched the blonde walk out the door, leaving behind the faint scent of flowers.

That night, Namjoon couldn't focus on anything. The stranger's face, his soft pout, and his gentle presence replayed in his mind like a melody on loop. For the first time, Namjoon found himself looking forward to his morning coffee not for the caffeine, but for the hope of seeing the man again.

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The next morning, Namjoon arrived at the café earlier than usual. He scanned the room, his heart leaping when he spotted the familiar figure already seated at a corner table. The man had a book in one hand, the other gently stirring a steaming cup of coffee.

Namjoon chose a table directly across from him, allowing himself the luxury of stealing glances. It became their unspoken routine over the next few days. Namjoon would arrive, find the man engrossed in his reading, and quietly admire him from a distance.

But on the seventh day, the seat was empty.

Namjoon frowned, glancing at his watch. He waited, sipping his coffee slowly, but the man never came.

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By the tenth day, Namjoon's usual spot near the library corner felt lonelier than ever. He moved to a table by the window, his eyes glued to the door in vain hope. As minutes turned to hours, he gave up, leaving his coffee untouched.

When he pushed open the café door to leave, he heard a soft, startled yelp.

"Ah!"

Namjoon froze, looking down to see none other than the man-his beauty-rubbing his forehead where the door had bumped him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Namjoon exclaimed, dropping his bag and reaching out instinctively. "Are you okay? Did I-oh no, your head-"

The man looked up, his brows furrowed, but his expression softened when recognition dawned. "It's you," he said, his voice tinged with surprise.