⚜Unspoken⚜

⚜Chapter 2⚜

The bitter smell of the coffee was already so recognizable in my nose. For two weeks, I've walked into the coffee shop where both of us decided to spend time and get to know each other, where we would just sit down and talk about the most random things there were to talk.

I was so used to it, and yet the smell never bothered me- even though I hated coffee with all my guts- for Park Jimin, I would move mountains, so drinking coffee was the smallest little thing I would do for him. Obviously at that time I wasn't aware of my feelings, neither did I knew that both of us would end up being so close. But I knew one thing ever since I laid eyes on him- he was beautiful. Like spring his smile would just bloom, and suddenly my whole day would get so much brighter; I would get indescribable sensations every time we made eye contact or when our hands would brush against each other for 0.2 seconds when we would pick up our coffees.

But he didn't knew. He didn't feel the same way back then. We were just simple friends, enjoying a coffee in the middle of the afternoon with no other intention of being more than friends. That was his way of thinking back then, and so was mine to be completely honest.

"Poetically thinking, I would say we are the two main characters of a book, and something more interesting would happen in our future."- Poetically thinking, Jimin could be a writer, a poet even. His words could be marked down on paper and be read by thousands of people. Poetically thinking, Jimin could be considered one of the 7 wonders of the world and yet he would still think he wasn't worthy enough to have such title. He was optimistic, he was also a realist, but then again he was also a pessimist- All of that in one character.

"That's ridiculous."- I didn't pay attention to his sayings, simply because I thought that everything he would say were pure fantasy- something that wouldn't really happen. His imagination was too vast, but he would never go off his limits, saying something that would be completely impossible to do. He knew his boundaries well enough not to creep people out or to just make them stare blankly at him. He knew words I didn't even knew it existed, and somehow, even if he said the nastiest thing to a human being, I would still say that whatever comes out of his mouth it would be the most astonishing thing he has ever said.

"Stop being so commonsensical Jungkook."- He said casually sipping from his cup of coffee, that by now would probably be half full, or as he would say, half empty.

"What does that even mean?"

"See things outside the box. See things from a different perspective."- Words without a meaning, without a reason of saying them out loud, and yet he insisted on reciting them to me. I found him an interesting person, someone that you don't find on the street every day. I called myself lucky to find such an interesting person two weeks ago on a random street under the cherry blossoms.- "You're too plain Jungkook, it seems like you're not enjoying life like you should, you know?"

"I'm young, I have time to live."- Poetically speaking, even I was a person with an interesting character. I saw the world in a simple way, not too pretty, not too ugly. Everything was minimal in my eyes, nothing impressed me in the 22 years I've been on this earth.

"You're so naïve."- From time to time he would just stare at me, pay attention to my movements, and look me in the eyes every time I spoke. I would say that he would do that to probably just to be respectful or it was just a habit of his. - "Tell me Jungkook, what's your goal in life?"

"Well, I don't wish for much, but having someone who likes me for the way I am would be just fine."- Flirting was a serious move. I couldn't do that not knowing if he even liked guys. Heck, even I didn't knew if I liked guys back then.

"No offence, but you sound like a girl."- He laughed it off, covering his face like he always did. If he laughed too hard, he would get red, and just throwing his body back on the chair. I didn't mind, I liked the way he laughed, the way he covered his face in embarrassment. - "What are you 20? Why do you want to get attached to a girl so soon in your life?"- Attached to a girl. Yeah, that's right, at that time he thought I liked girls, and at that time I didn't knew I could like guys the way I like now.

"I rather enjoy my life with someone who likes me than enjoying it alone."- It's like it was contagious, after spending so little time with him I would already be speaking like him. Using fancy words, having a rational explanation for my actions. That's what Jimin did to you. He changed you to become a better person, to see the world from a different perspective, he said it so himself.

"Touché."- Our meetings would end up at the end of the afternoon, right when the sun was setting. Time would fly by, and I just wished that the day had more hours to it, because I could spend literally the whole day listening to Jimin.

We would always meet at the coffee shop, order the same old thing, drink it up until there was no more to drink, and just enjoy each other's company, watching the costumers come and go. Admire the people who walked by outside, make up different stories for each individual and laugh at it afterword's. I was naïve, Jimin was a dreamer, and thanks to him I opened my eyes to a brand new world when I least expected it.