Our Little Butterfly [Bts X Reader] :EDITING:

I: First Encounter

     Who knew you would end up where you are right now? Laying on the cold, rough pavement in the park with a major headache was the last thing on your list to do today. But maybe this wasn't so bad, because you were staring into the eyes of an extremely handsome male. Mere centimeters away from your face, you felt the heat rush to your cheeks, along with his.

Let's back it up a bit, shall we?

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Third Person p.o.v

     The annoying beeps of an alarm clock had woken you up. Desperately hitting your hand on the furnished desk beside your bed, you had finally shut the wailing beast up. You sat up slowly, still deciding whether or not you should go back to bed or not, but the monster in your stomach was clearly screaming at you to get up.
As you stretched with a yawn you grogily made your way out of bed, down the hallway, and finally into the kitchen.

     You were usually an early bird (sorry if you aren't), but since you stayed up late last night trying to look for numerous jobs that might best suit you, you had only got up to 3 hours of rest.
Just imagine, graduating a month ago should be the most amazing thing in your life. But it wasn't. The university that you had planned on getting into had disappointingly rejected you. And being the full-of-yourself person at that time, you hadn't applied anywhere else but there.
Deciding to take a few months off before applying for a different University, you decided to head out to explore more of your roots.
At the day of your graduation you had said your goodbyes to your family and friends and moved out to South Korea. Ever since your father had told you some of his best memories out there when you were a child, it had always been your dream to go and make your own. Being half (your race) and Korean somewhat gave you an advantage on languages. Getting Korean lessons from your father and teaching yourself over the years, you were quite good.
Or at least you liked to think you were.

     Checking the time on the oven(cause god forbid you get a clock) before getting yourself something to eat, you mentally screamed at yourself. It read 9 o'clock. You had an interview at 8:30.
You ran back into your disaster zone of a bedroom, making a note to clean it later, and picked up some clothes off of the floor. Smelling them to make sure they were both suitable to wear and didn't smell too bad, it was good to go. Throwing them on as quickly as possible, along with brushing your (H/L), (H/C) hair at the speed of light, you took an apple off of your marble counter that way you wouldn't starve to death. Running out the door, you had one sneaker on and keys in hand.

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Your p.o.v

     I think the only reason I got the job was because I was the only one that applied. Not only did I look like a wreck, but was incredibly late too.
The job that I had got was at a cafe. It was neither too big nor too small, but just right...great I sound like Goldie Locks.
The floor was an amazing color, a dark mixture of a brown and red, almost like a burgundy. The tables and chairs were also made of the same wood that was used for the flooring.
The wood work that they bared was incredible. You could easily tell that they were handmade. Possibly by the husband of the owner.
The walls were a really light-shade of green. Picture frames hung around the four surrounding walls not in any particular order at all. The sweet smells of pastries cooking and the bitterness of brewed coffee was enough to make anybody's mouth salivate

     Fortunately, I was given the job of waitressing. At the top of my head, I would've thought I'd have to start out as a bus boy, or in this case, a bus girl. I had come to this place before, but at the time it was quite busy. It seems like it had really quieted down in the past week.

     When I was getting the order for a couple that sat at a table near the large bay window located near the entrance, I felt the skirt of my given uniform get lifted. Due to natural instinct, I turned around and slapped the stranger straight across the face.
The bad part was that it was a small boy, 12 at the least.
Realization hit me, it was the son of my boss.