cappuccino; vmin

Chapter 9

(i dont like how shits went on here. bare with me, i am not on a good condition :( I hope you're happy wherever u r! ❤️)

(the media's LT i swear to jesus. /especially that Onika is there serving u looks/)

Yoongi's.

Why did I looked down? It's because I feel so neglected. I went in to his room so I can bond with him more, not for him to bombard me with questions about Jimin.

Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.

It's always him.

Can't he feel my presence?

A tear finally fell.

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A day before the concert.

Taehyung's.

A few more bucks, I can already avail that fucking ticket. The question is... there is only a few more hours before the day of the concert comes, where can I get a few more?

I went out of the cafe through the backdoors to catch some fresh air and think about my next step. Actually, my salary is quite good despite I am only punching orders and giving changes also seldomly helps at making products and cleaning areas. I am glad that I made our manager to give me my first week's salary today.

I kinda estimated before-hand. Like, knowing how much I'll earn an hour, then how much a day. That's why I am quite confident that I'll surely go to the concert with no organs missing nor debts because I know how much I'll earn at the cafe.

Earlier, I asked our Masked Manager if I could get an hour or two break because I need to run some errands about the concert. Telling him that I'll be searching for hotels near the venue so that I'll arive there on time.

By the way, I still don't know why the hell our manager havent ever removed his mask or show his face to his employees. But that's not the problem as long as he is kind AS FUCK when he suggested a hotel making me sigh in relief because the amount of work that I'll do will be lessened.

What more shocked me? Is that he said that that my stay there will be free already and I am made sure to be a VIP. I immediately said no, but he insisted saying that his friend owns that hotel so he can avail a room anytime without paying.

And.... why would I not accept blessings? ;)

I went to the said hotel after packing up some clothes and some other necessities back home.

"Name?" The lady at the front desked of the hotel asked me with all smiles. "Kim Taehyung." She glanced at the monitor infront of her and suddenly standed up and moved to my side, looking nervous as hell like her work depends on me.

"T-this way, Sir. I'll guide you." She said before giving me a hesitated beam. "Are you okay? C'mon I don't bite." I joked, and which shocks me the most is that it made her tremble more.

"Hmm," I stopped her in her tracks making her eyes widen like I did the most scariest thing to her. "Just tell me the room number," I sternly said before untouching her making her sigh before looking at her high heels.

"R-room 0312, floor 12. ‭72755 4646‬ is the pass." She said still not looking at me. Before I can step, she stopped me saying, "Sorry for how I acted. It's just VIP customers scares me." I just gave her my infamous box smile and a shy thumbs up. "You're doing good. Don't worry." I wish I can say that to myself infront of my bathroom sink filled with tons of shiny objects. I thought before putting up a frown and started walking towards the elevator.

Enough of bad mood starters, Tae. You need to be lighten up! Concert's near!! I thought before grabbing my phone from my back pocket and dialing Yoongi's number.

"Hey, Yoongs." I started with a sweet voice.

[What Jimin-Obsessed-Alien-Being?]

"Uhm.... My money is a li'l bit not enough—" He cut me off.

[Okay. Just take the tickets here.] He said before ending the call with a small sob. Was Yoongi crying? Nevermind, my room mate is a stone, duh. He can handle shit.

I went to the door with the bumbers playing around my mind. I kinda thought that someone already lives inside the room because the passcode is quite longer than usual. My sight lingered into the phone-dial-like structure of the door lock.

I started looking at the letters below the numbers then entered the code without pressing enter.

Then it hit me. "WHAT THE HELL?" I whispered as I can recognize the code. I used to use this before as my laptop password.

For every number.... it has the corresponding letter according to SOMEONE's name.

‭727554646‬

7- PQRS
2- ABC
7-PQ R S
5-J K L
5-J KL
4- GH I
6- M NL
4- GH I
6- M N L

"Holy shit." I sighed loudly than should I be. Well, maybe I was just imagining things. Might be coincidence.

The room is filled with emptiness. And by the means of that, the room is just pure white, no sign of life or happiness. As I was looking around, I almost trip over something on the ground.

It surprised me as I saw a luggage the same as the luggage Jimin's was caught using by the airport paparazzi heading to Daegu.

"It can't be!" I shouted with all the feels running towards my eyes making it wet; not accepting the fact that I am getting clues over something that I think I already know what's the endpoint of this game.

"Oh." I heard someone whispered and the door of the bathroom opened then closed.

I stared at the boy, who I adored for more than a lifetime now, looking down from his feet up to his toweled lower body then up to his toned abs and finally, to the eyes that I love the most when it turns into beautiful crescents.

"J-jimin?" I said as question for myself indicating my whole existence to answer if this is dream or just really real.

There's nothing more I could do but just to run up to him and hug his dripping wet body then cried a river.

I know that I worked hard for the concert to happen and I am excited for it... but this is the most greatest blessings that I ever received.

With my sinful lips, I kissed his fluffy cheeks. Testing myself if I was just dreaming because I fell asleep inside the elevator.

But no, instead of having nothing to hug, he pushed my body gently and looked at my teary eyes.

"We finally met."

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not proofread lol and itll never be