"We're done here," You say to your boyfriend feeling absolutely frustrated. You are in the café where all students of your school generally hang out. You are really tired of all the drama.
"What? You can't be serious," He says and you roll your eyes.
"Guess what? I am," You reply indignantly.
He looks at you for a second determining whether you actually mean it. He is like, "Fine. You'll regret it though."
"That we'll see." You answer coolly. He nods and leaves with his two friends. You sigh feeling nothing but relief.
You turn around still preoccupied with your own thoughts causing yourself to accidentally bump into someone. The cold coffee the guy was carrying spill all over his shirt.
"I'm so, so, so sorry," You apologize. "I should've been more careful. Are you okay?"
He looks at you and you notice him panicking. He mumbles, "It's okay."
From the look on his face, he does not look okay at all. You grab a few tissue papers and help him wipe his shirt.
He seems a little uncomfortable with your gesture so you just hand the tissues to him. He asks the waitress standing there, "Where's the washroom?"
She points somewhere and he grabs some more tissues and then heads to the washroom. You notice his hands shake all the time and wonder if he is having a panic attack or something. You wait right there feeling that the guy might need some help.
After five minutes when he comes out the look in his eyes still spell panic and he still seems nervous. You go to him and question, "Hey, are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help you?"
He looks at you for a minute probably deciding whether to tell you but finally says quietly, "I, uh, I can't go like this. I have, er, a performance tonight in an hour and I don't know the way and I um didn't bring my wallet and uh . . ."
Though his words are a little unclear you get the gist of it and say, "Okay, I get it. Don't worry. Are you new to this place or something?"
"Though I have been here for awhile I hadn't got the chance to explore this part of town."
You nod and then say, "Okay, first let's get you a shirt. Is that okay? Your performance is in an hour, right? We'll be there on time if we act quickly. Where do you have to perform?"
He just tells you the name of the locality and giving much information about where he is supposed to perform. You don't question him though realizing that you don't have much time.
You grab his hand and lead him to your car. You drive to the nearest store and the two of you go inside to get a shirt.
He selects one and you pay for him. After changing into the new shirt the two of you go back in the car and you start driving to the locality he had mentioned earlier.
"Thank you. I'll pay you back when we get there," He says.
"Don't worry about that," It then occurs to you that you still don't know his name. "What's your name?"
He takes a moment to answer, "Minghao. Yours?"
"Y/N," You smile. "But what were you doing at the café just one hour before your performance?"
"I was actually really nervous. This is my first performance and I shouldn't have left the dressing room but I needed some fresh air to soothe my nerves, I guess? It was an impulsive decision. I'm usually not like that though," He allows.
You nod in perfect comprehension, "It's okay. I'm sure you'll do well. Good luck. By the way, what are you performing?"
"Oh well, I'm a dancer."
When you reach the place you question, "Now where should I go?"
He gives you the directions and as you park your car behind the huge building you start realizing that your perception of the boy sitting next to you was absolutely wrong.
When you had decided to help him out, you had felt that he was just a shy, panicky kid who wouldn't be able to figure his way out without your intervention. But clearly, you were wrong.
You turn to face Minghao half nervous and half confused. You question, "By any chance, are you an idol?"
He nods and smiles shyly, "The8 of Seventeen."
You have vaguely heard of the new boy group Seventeen but you weren't familiar with the members. You are unable you believe that a member of this group is sitting beside you in your car.
"Why didn't you say so before?" You ask.
He shrugs, "I don't know. I guess I just wanted you to treat me like a normal person instead of an idol?"
You nod still feeling fazed. This is a lot to take in.
"I'm getting late. Would you like to see me perform from backstage?"
"No. I had to meet a friend so you know."
"Yeah. Then are you going to leave right now? Then how should I return you the money?"
"We can always exchange numbers and then decide to meet."
"Sure. Thanks, Y/N."
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