he doesn't seem to come back the next day,
or the next day
or the day after that
i sigh in disappointment as i wipe down the tables a small portion of me hoping he'd come back.
a rather shorter man walks in the coffee shop ands sits at a lone table with only one chair.
he looks a bit agitated
so i walk over to him wanting to help
i take out my note pad quickly scribbling down what i need to
'hello, my name is youngjae are you alright?'
i place the note infront of him awaitng his reply
"can you hear?"
he looks up
i nod my head in reply to his question
"well i have a small problem youngjae, well my friend," he pauses
"has talked about you."
i furrow my eyebrows in confusion, who is this friend he speaks of?
"his name is im jaebum."
i nod my head slowly still not seeing the problem
"do you recognize that name?'
i shake my head.
the man sighs taking off his hat running his hand through his dark hair.
he is handsome i will admit
but not like the man with the two beauty marks.
"what time is your shift over?"
i write down the time and he looks at it nodding his head.
"alright we have to have a talk and it might take a while, i'll come back here for you when your shift is over."
before i can write anything in reply he stands and walks out saying a quick "see you later"
as i stand there confused
who the hell is im jaebum?
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Fanfiction'no matter how impossible, unattainable or unimaginable something may seem...if it's meant to be, it'll be.' it's simple really, youngjae the mute florist who happens to love writing poetry and jaebum the broken (who can't admit it) college...
