The Messenger || Jungkook

Part 3 : Friends

"I think this would look better on you than me." Mi said as she held a black skirt to my waist.

"Maybe. I could wear this with my blue shirt and those black heels." I said as I looked in the mirror.

I had a weird sense of fashion or more like, fashion style. I'm able to pull off almost any look so I've worn everything from emo to the most girly thing possible. But I always had a hidden love for heels. If an outfit would go with them, I'd wear them before other shoes. On other days, tennis shoes were sometimes the way to go.

Mi and I continued walking around the mall, stopping at shops that had some cute clothes.

"So how was work today?" She asked. Right after work, Mi and I had headed out to go shopping.

"Pretty good. I saw that really nice customer again. And I met his friends." I said trying to hide the smile that had slid its way onto my face.

"Oh really? Are they cute?" She asked not looking at me.

"What if they are? Are you going to start working with me then?" I said jokingly.

"I won't. I was just wondering. What's their names?"

"You know me! I'm horrible at remembering names. Why would you even ask me that?" I actually still remembered his name. But what I said wasn't a lie. It took me almost a week to remember Mi's name. It's just something that doesn't work well in my brain. But I never forget a face. I could've seen you once before and then pick you out in the streets.

"Come on. We should go or we won't be able to catch up on the dramas we missed yesterday." Mi said.

"Oh!" She grabbed her phone out of her purse, barely able to continue holding her three bags full of clothes.

"What?"

"They posted something!" I groaned. Mi got a notification every time BTS posted something on social media.

Her face dropped as she looked at the post. "Aw, it's not a picture of them. Just someone making them coffee. See." She handed me the phone and I looked at the picture.

The picture was of a young lady holding a coffee cup. The picture came only up to her neck and you couldn't see her face. The picture was also in black and white.

"Do you know what shop it is?" I asked handing back the phone.

"No! The lady at the counter doesn't have a name tag or logo on her apron. Agh! And the comment doesn't give anything away either. All it says is 'Best coffee ever.'" Mi angrily stuffed her phone back into her purse. "Let's go."

We headed back to my apartment and as I turned on the TV, Mi went and made some food. I turned on 'Descendants of the Sun' and Mi came running over and jumped onto the couch.

She wrapped her arm around mine and placed the bowl of popcorn between our legs. I plucked her cup of orange juice out of her hand, took a drink, and placed it back into her hand that hadn't moved from the position it had been when I took the cup.

Moments like these are what I lived for.

I was awaken by the sound of my phone ringing. I grabbed it from my back pocket and lifted it to me ear, my head still leaning against Mi's.

"Wwwhhhhaaaaattttt?" I said annoyed and groggy.

"You gonna come to work or not?" Said a smart alec voice from the other end.

"Shit!" I jumped up from the couch waking up Mi. She groaned, still wanting to sleep.

I quickly got dressed and grabbed my purse from the kitchen.