You're at your favourite coffee shop, it's 2 hours away from your house but you've been coming here everyday for the past few days, since it's the holidays and you just finished your exams.
One day you get a note from someone in the shop, wanting...
''May I?'' He asks, putting my latte infront of me, and pointing to the seat on the other side of my table''
My mouth was dry because I had it open for so long. Or not that long because it would be awkward for the both of us if we just stared at eachother while my mouth was open. But you get the point.
I slowly nodded, trying to smile. ''Just don't be a fucking idiot (Y/N) and don't say anything dumb'' I thought to myself while sipping the coffee he gave me.
The guy stared at me for a second. I stared back.
And we just sat like that for a while, smiling and staring.
''Oh my god I forgot to introduce myself!'' He suddenly said, reaching his hand out to me. ''I'm Namjoon, 22 years old.'' He said with a big smile on his face. His eyes small and big, cute dimples showing.
''I'm (Y/N), 21. Nice to meet you Namjoon. Oh and thank you for the coffee'' I said shyly. ''No problem. I usually don't do this but'' He stopped and studied my face. ''You just seemed like an interesting person. And to be honest, you're really pretty'' He said with a little giggle. The cutest giggle in the world I must add.
Me being the shyest person in the whole world, I hid my face. ''Oh my god? Why is he so nice to me? Calling me pretty and shit is making me blush'' I thought to myself.
I could feel a warm hand take my hand and remove it from my face. Holding it a little before putting it down on the table. ''Don't hide, I'm not dangerous'' he said with a soft voice, making me all flustered and shit. ''So what do you do for a living?'' He asked.
We sat and talked for the longest time and I found out that we actually share alot of the same interests. He's a rapper and puts his music out on sound cloud. I love rap so I seached him up real quick. And damn this dude can rap. I listened to one of his songs called Joke and holy shit it's good! It's in korean though but I had no problem with that, as long as the song is lit, I'm lit. He told me about how much he loved rap and how he wrote lyrics as a kid. Listening in awe I was so amazed by this man already.
He also likes to read books and goes to bookstores often. I thought it might seem like he was just saying that to seem edgy and cool but he showed me so many bookstores on his phone that nobody went to. Which was perfect for me, or us actually, becasue we didn't like many people at the same place.
He also loved fashion and was running a fashion ''blog'' I guess you could call it, on Instagram. He protested a little but let me see his nice ass outfits and looks. ''Are you a model or something? Your photos are amazing'' I tell him, scrolling through his feed. This made him laugh more. ''I'm flattered, but sadly no'' he smiles softly, his oh so cute dimple showing again, making me smile.
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After 3 hours and 30 minutes, and 4 coffee cups later. We're both talking and laughing like we've known eachother forever. We talked about our family and friends, I told him about where I went to school and was suprised by the distance, same with where I lived.
After a while, Joy came over to our table. ''Sorry to interrupt you to lovebirds but we're closing in 10 minutes.'' Me blushing at ''lovebirds''. But then panicked.
''FUCK THE LAST TRAIN BACK HOME LEFT AN HOUR AGO GOD DAMN IT!'' I layed my head down on the table. Groaning. Where am I supposed to stay now? It would be too awkward to ask Joy to be honest because I don't really know her like that. I thought that I might have to go to a hotel or something. But crying a little inside just by thinking of how much it would cost.
Namjoon poked my head lightly.
''Is there any other way you can get home?'' he asked softly. I shook my head. ''I could hop in a cab but it would cost a fortune, and I'm very poor at the moment.'' Hitting my head ligtly on the table and groaning some more.
Namjoon cleared his throat. ''I mean... if it's not too weird'' He started. I looked up at him. He was looking away with his hand behing his neck. ''You can crash at my place. Only if you want to! And if it's not too weird! I swear you can sleep on the couch, or I can sleep on the couch and you can sleep in my be-'' He was cut off. ''I wouldn't mind.'' I said shyly, fidgeting and looking down in my lap.
He smiled a little and stood up from his chair. He grabbed his bag and helped pulled my chair out, like a damn gentleman. We walked towards the door, and I could feel his hand brush against mine. I held on to his pinky just to see how he would react. I panicked when he stiffened up a little, but then he proceeded to grab my whole hand in his.
And there we were. Walking out of the coffee shop smiling, but nervous as fuck, on our way to his apartment.
