Park Jimin | First

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"Coffee should be as black as hell, but as sweet as love"

Although I stayed silent in the car, I was screaming in my head.

Oh. My. God.

I took three deep breaths, calming myself down from the excitement of going  on  a date with Jimin.

He pulled up to a cafe.

'Youth' said the sign at the front.

It was a unique name for a cafe. But I liked it. Just like I liked Jimin. 😉

He came round to my side of the car and opened the door for me.

He smiled at me, as he took my hand to steady me as I got out.

Why are your hands so soft?
Ugh! Shut up Olivia!

I hated myself for thinking about him, while he was next to me.

We entered the cafe, taking a seat by the window. It had a great view of the city.

By now, the sun was high in the sky, white like bitter wine.

I ordered an espresso, so did Jimin.

At least we had the same great taste in coffee.

Jimin  rested his forearms on the table, curling his fingers around his coffee cup.

The way he moved was perfect.

"So, Olivia-" he paused.

"Yeah..." I replied.

You're so beautiful.

All I could think about was him and only him.

"Tell me about yourself."He demanded, smiling slightly.

"Well, I'm 22, and I was born in England." I said, awkwardly.

"Is it nice there?" He asked.

"Yeah. I like living there, I guess."

"You'll have to take me one day." He said, smiling, taking another sip of his coffee.

Woah. What. The. Hell.

I'll have to take him??

I giggled, blushing.

"I have a sister." I added.

"Do you like her?"

"No. I hate her." I said, looking down at my cup of coffee.

He pulled my hand towards him, then let go.

I looked up, his touch caught my attention.

"Why?"

"Because, she loves herself. She is obsessed with herself." I explained.

Jimin struggled to understand for a second. I almost forgot the language barrier that was between us.