2pm Imagines

Junho

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"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

You couldn't ignore the way your heart fluttered like a humming bird's or the brilliant smile that seemed to have found a permanent home on your lips as you got ready for a very special breakfast. There was a brightness emanating from you that made even the sun shining in through the window pale in comparison. With a few last tousles of your hair and a full body shake in an attempt to get rid of any butterflies lingering around in your belly, you grabbed his sweater and your smile seemed to stretch impossibly wider. It still had his scent; his special mix of which he refuses to tell you what's in it because according to him, he doesn't want you to be able to recreate it that way you can only smell it when you're with him. You chuckled softly to yourself before giving the thick sweater one last whiff, not wanting to waste any more time sniffing the material when you were about to spend time with the one who gave it to you in the first place.

It took just under ten minutes to arrive at your favorite diner, the one with the enormous neon sign in the front that said "Best Diner In Town & Around" in flashing golden letters. The interior consisted of white and red leather booths that were slightly worn, giving them more character, shiny chrome stools with red leather seats that matched the red of the booths and black and white checkered tiles that were polished to perfection. As soon as you stepped foot through the doors you inhaled deeply, basking in the mouthwatering smell of fluffy pancakes that had just a hint of cinnamon, that special blueberry jam you loved to slather on everything you ordered and of course, freshly brewed coffee. It was a combination of scents that almost put your soul at ease, and it was even better accompanied the sight of your boyfriend just a few booths away. You smiled brightly as you made your way to him, greeting all the waitresses and waiters that considered you family since you came to the diner so often as you went along and finally stood before him. You'd been on a handful of dates since the start of your fairly new relationship but you still got the jitters whenever you saw him. He was sporting a smile of his own just as bright as yours as he stood up and politely motioned for you to sit.

"Good morning." You both greeted each other at the same time and inevitably laughed together at the coincidence while getting comfortable in your seats. You caught his gaze and saw there was something just a little bit different about him.

"Something's different about you today," you observed while eyeing him closely. He shrugged his shoulders playfully and gave you a cheeky smile which contrasted his innocent tone of voice.

"I could say the same about you."

"Me? What do you mean?"

He pointed at the sweater that fit cozily on you and you couldn't hide the faint blush that appeared on your cheeks.

"Oh, this?" You asked as you held up your arms, watching as the sleeves fell a little past your fingertips. "It's my new favorite s- why are you looking at me like that?"

You had looked away at your sleeves and at him instead and were met with an expression that you couldn't quite figure out.

"I don't know, I just can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater." You were sure that the faint blush in your cheeks had blossomed into an undeniable rosy hue as words escaped you completely.

"And seeing you blush like that? That's another small but beautiful thing I don't think I'll ever get used to."

Your sweater-encased hands immediately flew up to your reddened cheeks and he laughed wholeheartedly at how adorable you were. Just as you were about to find at least some words to say, a waitress came up to your table with a notepad and black pen in hand.

"Hey, (Y/N) – are you alright, your cheeks are red like you're burning up." Both you and the waitress directed your gazes to your boyfriend who had stifled his laugh with a cough.

"I think it's that sweater of hers." He "coughed" again, clearly taking pleasure in his inside joke and you hoped he felt the lasers that your eyes were shooting at him.