First POV.
The crisp morning air swirled around me as I followed the location Tay had sent, anticipation bubbling within me. The destination? A charming little coffee shop, its windows steamed with the promise of warmth and good company. As I pushed open the door, a soft chime announced my arrival, and the scent of roasted coffee beans and sweet pastries enveloped me.
There they were. Phi Tay, his familiar smile already gracing his lips, sat across from a man whose presence immediately commanded attention. He was tall, with a physique that hinted at effortless strength, and his features were undeniably striking. He possessed that rare quality of looking like a hero plucked straight from the pages of a novel.
Phi Tay caught my eye, his gesture a warm invitation to join them. I made my way over, the gentle murmur of conversations and the soft clinking of cups creating a comforting backdrop. I settled into the chair opposite them, my heart doing a little flutter of its own.
"First... this is my friend, Joong," phi Tay announced, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I offered a smile, ready to meet the new face.
"Hi first," Joong said, his voice a low, melodious rumble that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. He extended a hand, and as our fingers brushed. His smile...it was like a sunrise, capable of lighting up the entire cafe, and it did.
"Phi Tay, why did you ask me to come here?" I questioned, my curiosity piqued. My brother simply smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's order something to eat first, and we'll talk later," he said, glancing at Joong, who nodded in agreement. "Joong, do you want anything specific?"
"No, I'm fine with anything," Joong replied, his smile as captivating as ever. "Okay," Tay muttered, already moving towards the counter.
"First things first, let's make our orders," Tay said, ushering me forward. As we walked, I couldn't help but tease, "Who is he? What are you doing with him here? Are you cheating on Phi New or what?" I yelped as Tay playfully smacked the back of my head.
He turned to me, his expression serious. "What do you think of him?" he asked, his eyes searching for mine.
"Hmm, I'm confused. What?" I responded, taken aback by his sudden gravity.
"What do you think of him?" he repeated, his voice gentle but firm.
"He seems nice, and he's definitely easy on the eyes," I admitted,"Why? What's going on?" I raised an eyebrow, suspicion beginning to simmer within me.
"Sir, your order is ready!" a cheerful voice announced from the counter. We took the tray, balancing two cups of steaming filter coffee and a cappuccino, along with a selection of banana pastries and almond cookies.
, I couldn't wait any longer. "So, why are you asking?" I pressed.
Tay sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Don't be angry," he pleaded. "Actually... he's your date. I arranged it."
"What, Phi?" I blurted out, my voice rising in shock. I immediately regretted my outburst, casting a sheepish glance at the other customers, who were now staring at us. "Sorry," I mumbled, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
" I want to kill my brother "
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The breakfast had concluded, the conversation a gentle dance of casual remarks. Joong, with his easy kindness and quick wit, seemed to embody the very definition of "husband material."
Then came the invitation. My brother, in a moment of familial warmth, asked Joong to join us for dinner this Sunday. Joong's smile, a promise of acceptance, sealed the unspoken agreement.
