FOUR
the following day week she received her uniform, smiling to herself as she admires her own appearance, though spoon full of embarrassment tumbled like a thunderbolt, striking her tender heart at the recollection of the events that lead up to her self loving moment.
rewind time a few days before, she had been asked to sign her dress size for her uniform to be ordered.
the rush of blood still vivid in her memories, the way jimin eyed her so gently while extending the paper where she would sign her measurements.
hand uneasy, she quickly took the pen and scribbled in a messy handwriting, hiding her writing with the cupped palm of the opposite hand.
once finished she had nervously smiled, feeling as jittery a someone with a high on caffeine; which she had seen multiple times since working there.
but she clearly remembers the smile that made her flutter, how jimin didn't even glance at the measurements, he had talked to her for five minutes about something quite random before he remembered their work.
back to the present, fei observed herself in the attire, biting the cherry of her lips, letting her mind wander in itself. she wasn't the most fit, she may a few rolls of dough tucked away for the winter months against her tummy and maple thighs that never would stop sticking to one another.
but she thought she was beautiful this way.
and her lips broadened.
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Fanfictiona cute story around a small bakery and the young people who run it. →jimin #130 in short story june 22 2017
