coffee ☆ i.m

여덟.

one week later.

yeseul's point of view.
nothing really happened after i met with jimin and jungkook. life is boring. yes i know. well as usual, i.m is still messing up my order, me constantly hanging out with jihoon and of course working in the flower shop. see it is boring.

it was 8AM and i was already walking towards the flower shop i worked at. i greeted mrs park with a bright smile on my face. mrs park is the owner of the flower shop, she's in her 40s. she greeted me with a wave and a smile on her face. it was monday, usually it was not that crowded but people came to buy flowers for their love ones. i was watering the plants when i saw someone walked in. it was i.m. i thought he had to work in the cafe. "what are you doing here?" i asked him, annoyed. "can i get one bunch of roses?" he asked me, ignoring my last question. i nodded and told him to wait. i grabbed the roses and tied it with a ribbon. "who are you going to give this to? a crush?" i asked him while giving him the roses. "it's for my mom. i'm going to visit her today." he answered me with a small smile on his face.

"oh. uhm say hi to your mother for me." i said with a smile on my face. "i will if i can." he said half-heartedly. i frowned when i realized what that means. he smiled a bit and said, "i'll get going now. see you soon."
"wait!" i yelled, turning his attention to me. "i wanna come too! its been a while i visit my mom." i said with a shy grin holding a bouquet in another hand and walking out of the store, after telling mrs park that i'm going to go home early.

he looked taken aback when i took his hand but i don't really care. i flagged down a cab and we got in. "to xx cemetery please." i said. the cab driver nodded and started driving. we were just staying silent inside the cab. we were both thinking about something. without realizing, we were still holding hands. i don't mind though. we finally arrived and i paid the cab.

he brought me to his mother tombstone.
Mrs. Im, Park Nayoung.
13 September 1972 — 25 January 2016.

i glanced at his face and saw that he was trying to not to cry. i squeezed his hand to comfort him. he let go of my hand and put the flowers on his mother's tombstone. "hey mom, it's been so long since i last visit you. i'm sorry, i've been busy with the café. oh yeah, i brought someone with me today. she's choi yeseul. she's a friend." he said to while bowing his head down. "hey mrs. im." i said while looking down at his mother's tombstone. "so yeah thats all mom. i'll see you soon hm? i love you." he said while wiping a tear that rolled down to his cheek.

"it's your turn now yeseul." i nodded and brought him to my mother's tombstone.
Mrs. Choi, Jang Minhee.
24 October 1972 — 22 December 2001.

"hey there mom. i'm sorry it took a long time for me to come here. how have you been up there mom? if you're wondering, seungcheol is doing fine. he'll visit you soon. i brought someone here today with me, he's changkyun. the barista guy i told you." i heard him chuckled a bit and the mentioned of 'barista guy.' "i hope you're happy up there mom. i'll visit soon, i love you." i said. i fanned my eyes with my hands to avoid me from crying. i.m saw that and gave me a tissue from his pocket. "here." he offered me. i took it and replied with a small 'thank you.' we flagged a cab and went back to our own houses.

at yeseul's apartment.
i just finished blow drying my hair when i heard someone knocking on the door continuously. i thought i.m went home? i walked to the door, annoyed, and opened the door with annoyance. i wanted to snap at the unwanted guest but i saw i.m standing there with a frown on his face. "uhm- do you want to come in?" i asked him stupidly. he nodded his head and went in. wait, did i just let him in? holy fuck. i hit my head hardly and winced afterwards. i closed the door and walk towards i.m who was sitting on the couch like it was his place.

"what do you want here?" i asked him while crossing my arms. he stood up and walked towards me. "i just want to do this, that's all." he said with a smile. he leaned in and flicked my forehead, hard. holy fuck. he did not just do that. that fucking shit.

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whooooo plot twist? do you guys see this coming?? c' : so tadaaaa i.m x yeseul's interaction without any interruption by someone!!

and what should be the ship name of changkyun x yeseul?

i hope you guys enjoy this story so far yay. and sorry for the shitty chapter ;;

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( EDITED YAY )
p.s it was actually very emo. but i changed it so yay.