Candy

Honey

sweet 8

- honey -

"Here's your order"

The last time she had spoken this much was when she was at a cafe with Jungkook. Why, you wonder? He did not have the nerves to speak to a lady who was older and did not lack in the looks department. (Name) Honestly, would rather keep to herself than speak to others, however, if she hadn't done anything who knows how long that lady would have stared at them for. 

Anyways, back to the topic. It was definitely a rare sight to see her engaging in friendly conversations. However, it was a necessity if she wanted to keep her job at the cafe. And to her, that job was her everything. Not only was it her only job, it was the one thing that provides her with money, food and most of all,  an excuse to see the boys. Sounds like something that came out from a romance novel does it? But sometimes, things don't turn out the right way. Either having to give up your dream and adapt to the job you have now, or find a new dream. And trust her, it is not that easy to do that. 

The little store was, yet again, crowded beyond belief. How could so many people fit into that place? There was barely enough space to fit seven tables and now, if she estimated, there were around sixty people in that cozy little shop. If someone saw it, they would hardly be able to comprehend how it was possible. The scene itself looked extremely......funny? Stupid even. Much like slap stick comedy. The fact that so many people gathered just to have, probably not even a fifty percent, chance of meeting their idol, was amazing. They had determination, she could give them at least that. 

Although they were in bunches and there were intensely loud voices that travelled across the room in order to enter the ears of the intended person, they were really nice people. As surprising as it was, they were really nice and showed her respect. This little boy group of seven has grown quite a good fandom. The respect that they showed her made her job easier and, you could say, more enjoyable.

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The rain lost it's ambient temperature of late fall, marking that it was getting closer to winter ever so quickly. The path of the park is muddy water in motion, filling deep puddles that hide the ruts of dryer weather. To feel that it wasn't enjoyment, not exactly peaceful and cooling like the gentle sunshine of spring, but she didn't mind it. Just the thought of going back to her house to cook up something warm and nice could almost make her shiver in excitement. The heat of the hot chocolate that she made previously in the cafe was slowly fading, leaving her with nothing but the bitter taste of winter to bite at the tips of her fingers. 

Her hands were getting clammy and she regretted not taking at least one heat pack that her boss every so kindly offered her. Why in the world had she not worn another layer, or even just, a thicker coat? Even she hasn't found the answer yet. Instead, she assumed that it was the cold that was getting to her brain. 

As the light drains away there is barely enough even for shadows. Whether she liked it or not the darkness came and under it everything in the city was hidden - like a blanket was draped over the entire land. Even the stars and moon cower behind a dense layer of cloud, giving the air that tincture she associated with the world before a storm. 

She admired how hard the boys worked everyday, no doubt would she feel grumpy and utterly terrible if she had spent as much time as them at work. A reason being that she would have to wait to continue her book.

As she finally reached the doors of the familiar looking dorms, she breathed in another long and, un-favourable, cold breath of air. Walls covered in fresh white paint - their blemishes and mistakes of the previous paint job- covered up by a new layer. It was what made the building feel new to her. Often she found herself enter the building for work - serving them food - so you would think that she recognised the place like the back of her hand. Well, she would have, if not for the newly painted walls. Call it a problem or a bad habit, she just couldn't feel the same feeling she got while walking down those halls. As if something was hidden under the thin layer of paint and was threatening to escape if they had not done anything. Or, it could have just been her brain - overthinking. It wasn't her right to pry into other people's business any further anyways. Most of the time she misjudges something due to reading too many thriller books, sometimes even romance novels.

"Ah (name)-ah, come have a seat, dinner is almost ready"

Like a wife who gives her husband food once he arrives home from a long day of work. waiting for the texture and taste of her cooking to reach his mouth and fill him up with the warmth he missed throughout the day, Jin walked up to (name) and placed a plate of food in front of her, gesturing for her to take a bite into, what looked to be, his very own kimchi stew. She did not even have to taste it to know that t was delicious. Because she had tasted his cooking a number of times, she could tell that he was a great cook - the perks of having a friend who loves to eat. 

One the table was set, all the members had taken their rightful spots at the table, some whining at the fact that they were not able to sit next the petit girl - which instead was seated next to a so called un-grateful grandpa named Min Yoongi. Suga was usually very hyper. Unlike what many people say, she had grown to see that Min Yoongi, was nothing but a bunch of cuteness. He was older than her and yet she felt as if they were the same age. Which, was what made her like him all the more. Don't get her wrong, she loved that cool side of him that he showed when he was on stage, but the urge to pinch his cheeks whenever he did something was barely controllable. 

Bring it back to the topic, she was at their dorms because of one thing and one thing only. Jin wanted them t spend sometime together. For (name), she had spent a whole day with Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin. Meaning the other members aren't really very familiar with her. That member being Suga. The only time they were alone together would be when he was asleep. Other than that, she would observe his actions from time to time, thinking about his character and trying to decipher what seemed to be the key that could open him up to her. And it wasn't like he did not like her, far from that, he just wasn't used to having a girl so close to him. 'Innocent little boy' she would say. Although his lyrics were saying the opposite. 

As she continued to stare at him throughout dinner, she quickly came to the conclusion that she would talk to him later. For whatever reason it was, she was determined to do it, even if it meant dragging him out. 

As dinner came to an end, she tapped Yoongi's shoulder - as discreetly as she possibly could. 

"Yoongi-oppa"

Hearing her voice, he lifted his gaze from the bickering group that consisted of the youngest and the eldest. 

"Here, I brought this back from the cafe. Thought you would like to have some"

Realising what she sounded like, she quickly waved her hands in front of her, thinking it would wipe away any weird thoughts or mixed signals she could have given him.

"I-its just a honey drink nothing special."

The silence that came after it only added to her anxiety. Assuming that he wouldn't drink it, she sighed and took the cup of cold goodness to her lips, before taking a sip. However, he moment  was cut short Yoongi, who had pulled the cup from her and sucking on the straw. Of course it gave quite a shock. I mean, having your drink taken away while you were halfway drinking it wasn't an everyday thing. 

"Thank you, and sorry for that"

She nodded in response. Trying to push away the blush that was rising to her face, but the thought of their indirect kiss was not helping. Not at all. In fact, she was so red that Yoongi had to assure himself that she was just embarrassed and not sick. 

Though all that happened, he still couldn't get his mind off this topic. Why did she give the drink to him? He wasn't sick or unwell like last time. He just couldn't understand. Exactly why?

"Just something sweet for a sweet person like you." 

She winked, before embarrassment once again took over her resulting in her scurrying back to the group. 
He sighed, what was he going to do with that girl. She was too cute for her own good, If one day she every finds a boyfriend he'll need convince one and only Min Yoongi's that he was worth this precious girl's time. Unless, well,maybe if that guy was him, he could make an exception.

Just maybe.

It would be him.